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Detective Dev Elcana
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Sleuth
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90 |
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Smart and Charming |
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6280 days |
Gender: |
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male |
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Freelance Investigative Reporter |
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Classic Sleuth |
Last Login: |
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Jul-29-2018 |
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Inactive
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Equipment
Completed Missions
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Packages Delivered:
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Overdue Books Returned:
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Nemeses Captured:
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Secret Plans Revealed:
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Artifacts Unearthed:
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Journal Pages Found:
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Brass Rings Won:
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Detective Biography
Sherlock Holmes, Hercule Poirot. These were the heroes I grew up idolizing, grew up wanting to be. They were masters of their craft - in worlds where every clue told a tale, and every tale revealed the truth. It was an easy escape for a backwater immigrant boy from the vineyards of California, forced to work with others of my kind from sun up to sun down, crushing grapes for pennies a day, making thousands for our rich benefactors. Some people call it slavery. We called it life.
It took me ten years to escape that vineyard, and when I ran, I never looked back.
I took on someone's name, someone's... life, stayed under the radar in school, college, before landing in the most hellish place on earth - a New York newspaper bullpen. It was no place for a boy who believed in truth, justice... the American way. News, even though glossed over and over sensationalized in the papers, was still harsh truth in reality. Real truth. The one where murderers aren't always caught, where real thieves aren't the ones who break into your homes, but the ones who get reelected.
I made a mistake. All my life, I remembered not to stand out, not to stand up for anything. Blend. That was my role in life. But I forgot that when I pushed a story too far, only to find out they pushed back. Hard. All the way back to the vineyard.
I realized from an early age that I could blend in with the best of them, and be invisible like the worst. I could drink, smoke, gamble... love, but it wasn't me. They were all roles, and I could drop them all as easily as taking off my coat.
But that don't mean nothing gets under my skin. And it's time I got my carcass back to New York. People were gonna go down, and this time, I wasn't going to be the fall guy.
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Politics
Order o Socrates:
Poor(-1)
Arcanum Brthrhd:
Neutral(0)
Cosa Nostra:
Fair(1)
Eastern Triads:
Neutral(0)
Circle of Light:
Neutral(0)
Green Hand:
Neutral(0)
The Tea Steepers:
Neutral(0)
Shangri La Tigers:
Neutral(0)
Contacts
None
Arch Villains
None Caught
Books Collected
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